The key was in my clutch before I made it back to the ballroom.
A black card, heavy, no name on it. Someone had slipped it in while I was still in the corridor with my thighs stuck together. I stood at the edge of the room and felt Roman’s c*m shift every time I moved. The red dress hid it. Nothing hid the bite on my neck. I had dragged my hair over it and it still showed when I turned my head.
Callum saw me. Of course he did. He left Vivienne with a cluster of women cooing over the ring that was supposed to be mine and cut across the floor like he still had a right to my arm.
“You look wrecked,” he said, close to my ear. “Go home. Don’t embarrass yourself. And delete whatever pathetic thing you were about to send me.”
I smiled with a mouth that still tasted like his future father-in-l
